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There was always something worse than the trailer park, always room to drop lower. Residents
My family and I live in a wing of a Georgian mansion in East Sussex, which was built in the 1780s and fell into disrepair. It was rescued in the Seventies and carved into six terrace houses.
Arden Shore Camp in Lake Bluff, Illinois, a camp for poor children and those at risk for delinquency.
I like semi-torn-down places where I could get nestled in and get something done without anyone bothering me.
I would love to live in the wilds of nowhere, and when writing 'Chronicles,' I would occasionally rent a cottage in the middle of nowhere that had no mobile reception, but I'm not about to move away from my family.
The House shewes the owner.
Chocolate Cherry Fixer-Uppers
Suburban houses and tin sheds are often the objects of ridicule.
The Houselands. Graveyard to the ones
who got locked out. A chill ran up London's spine. What the hell
were they doing?
While the builders worked on the cottage, Hugh lived in what used to be the stable but was later converted into a guesthouse, the kind you'd have if you wanted to either discourage guests or contain them in one spot while slowly depressing them to death.
on the outskirts of Johnson
What is more agreeable than one's home?
House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that;
We stayed in some pretty shabby places in Europe.
Home's where you go when you run out of homes.
God, keep me from what they call 'households,'
quarters, long hoop houses covered in semi-opaque white
My Becca's home.
thousand; the dwellings are principally log cabins and shanties.
The fort.
Where the pair stored their painted scenes and books of made-up languages, their two-man band, and the tiny matchbox bed plus accessories that they made in case, someday, their experiments in the world of shrinking finally panned out.
This house is a prison, a suburban Alcatraz.
Build castles in the air.
Every writer dreams of having a backyard cottage, similar to Dahl's 'writing hut.' English cottages and charming huts might seem out of reach, but a good carpenter could build a modest cottage on the cheap.
shed in the backyard and a small garden
the spare bedroom?
On the Jellicoe road
One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock.
Means. And her small, chic penthouse apartment
Laundromats ... like a waiting room for people who didn't go anywhere
There are places one comes home to that one has never been to ...
What kind of motel sells condoms?"
"My favorite kind of motel?
A home to come back to every day of their lives.
Where they would all belong or long to be.
A place on the Jellicoe Road.
I have a 60-acre farm in North Carolina, and I have a tractor and a farmhouse. As soon as I groom the land, I want to put cabins around and have a place where people can write and hang out. It'll be either that or an all-black nudist colony.
Landlords took the side streets, typically not in their Saab or Audi but in their "rent collector," some oil-leaking, rusted-out van or truck that hauled around extension cords, ladders, maybe a loaded pistol, plumbing snakes, toolboxes, a can of Mace, nail guns, and other necessities.
The first eight years of my life, we lived in an abandoned diner - we were basically squatters.
A fortress with an arsenal of weapons designed to stave off hungry,
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
I live in Brick Towers, a public housing project in Newark's Central Ward. I moved in when the projects were privately owned by a man who the residents and I believed was a grade A slumlord.
apartment building. "Yeah, it's
I live in a cottage and volunteer in the village shop.
Home. I have no idea what that word really means.
Any place could be a cage. And maybe, with the right person, any place could be a home.
More bungalow-type setups. Rent by the week. Artsy places," Zane
explained. "It's different."
"Do I look like an artsy type to you?" Ty asked, bristling on principle.
It didn't even faze Zane. "You look like sex on legs to me. You'll
blend in, no problem.
Curious thing, rooms. Tell you quite a lot about the people who live in them.
mansion that sits upon a hill just outside the sleepy little
locking the little scamp in the basement.
Headquarters in the Saddle.
places, and incidents
We all want to have a place where we can dream and escape anything that wraps steel bands around our imagination and creativity.
Before them an indifferent house, standing low, and hemmed in by the barns and buildings of a farm-yard.
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
In a village of La Mancha,
The cottage garden; most for use designed, Yet not of beauty destitute.
Let's find someplace where there aren't any dead people, insects, or rodents. For that matter, someplace that's big enough to accommodate both of us without crimping any internal organs. (Shahara)
Picky, picky, picky. (Syn)
outside the city. Fortunately for them,
I want a place where I can have horses.
Anywhere is home to the man with a fat bank account - the cops leave him alone.
building in there? Coffins. Lots and lots
The skopets1 who sits in the shop rents the floor above.
I like cosy, intimate houses.
git at times. The manor was surrounded by tall
A squat gray building of only thirty-four stories.
Once upon a time there was an island named Blogosphere, and at the very center of that island stood a great castle built of stone, and spreading out from that castle for miles in every direction was a vast settlement of peasants who lived in shacks fashioned of tin and cardboard and straw.
Good havens! I suppose a man may eat his own muffin in his own garden.
living in a stinking
sweeping out of shops, and the
Down the sidewalk
where laborers feed their dirty
glistening torsos sandwiches
and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets
on. They protect them from falling
bricks, I guess.
I like Holiday Inns
London, dirty little pool of life
It's better to build a tight chicken coop than a shoddy courthouse.
Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit.
A bachelor, a studio, those were the names for that kind of apartment. Separate entrance it would say in the ads, and that meant you could have sex, unobserved.
What does a house want to be?House-- Louis Kahn
cloak of secrecy: the private asylums and single-lodging establishments, both
Where do the homeless have 90 per cent of their accidents?
If she was going to live in Cow's Bowels, New York, she wanted the complete small town package. She wanted a Fourth of July parade, a country fair with an oxen pull and a pie-eating contest, and she wanted a little, homey mom-and-pop supermarket, run by Mr. Whipple himself.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
Housing without people, and people without housing.
HOME, which is the last floor for everyone.
It's a small town, it has only a few docks ... now they are in a trap.
Although it may not be a castle, [it is the] functional equivalent of a hotel room, a vacation and retirement home or a hunting and fishing cabin..
It looked like the kind of place where people were shot over the rent money.
A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State's motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY.
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.
Where are there towns but no houses, roads but no cars, forests but no trees?
Answer on a map
(Riddle on children's breakfast TV)
A cottage will hold as much happiness as would stock a palace.
A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situatedand the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.
raiding parties and pirate crews. This is in stark
All people need a place where their roots can grow deep and they always feel like they belong and have a loving refuge. And all people need a place that gives wings to their dreams, nurturing possibilities of who they might become.
Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.
It's the anarchy of poverty
delights me, the old
yellow wooden house indented
among the new brick tenements
There are no houses to wife. only window seats to occupy when the weather needs changing & waters to flow past our ankles on Sundays as we fish.
For whom is the Funhouse a house?
Everybody needs a place they can go to rest, sheltered from the past and the future. A place you can live one moment at a time.
In a sooty kettle. In one corner, orange-colored sodas were stacked in wooden crates. I had never been in such a wretched hovel.
They are specific places I have discovered here and there when I am on the road to take photos. I go especially to take photos.
We build dwellings and thereafter they build us.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;